Our Battered Suitcases Were Piled On The

..and That Was The One Distinct Time In My Life, The Strangest Moment Of All, When I Didnt Know Who I Was

We Are Nothing. - Tomorrow We May Be Die. We Are Nothing. - You And Me.

And This Is The Way A Novel Gets Written, In Ignorance, Fear, Sorrow, Madness, And A Kind Of Psychotic Happiness As An Incubator For The Wonders Being Born.

The Road Must Eventually Lead To The Whole World.

For Life Is Holy And Every Moment Is Precious.